TWENTY-THREE
WHEN THE TRUCK STOPPED, getting out was automatic. Anything was preferable to the oppressive atmosphere in the vehicle. No music. No conversation. Daire was nothing like Danny. That much was becoming painfully obvious. Even his posture in the driving seat was different. Rigid, both hands tight around the wheel, it was… professional.
Being in the backseat was new too. H, Hades, Harry, whoever he was, sat in her place in the front, as starched as the man in the seat next to him.
The other two truck doors closed around the same time as hers. In her haste to get away from the vehicle, she didn’t think about what lay ahead. The trailer. She stopped. H and Daire continued past her, striding on with purpose and determination.
The Beast had been her home for a month. Except everyt
